Time was, Lebanon was the place to holiday. Balmier than the French Riviera, sassier than Alexandria and more exotic than Greece. Then war happened.
Christmas markets are basically the distillation of the essence of Christmas, as fundamental to its spirit as eggnog and the smell of pine.
It’s a strange thing: although there are dozens of great art cities around the world, aficionados and gallery lovers always flock to the same old names.
Learning a foreign language sometimes feels like climbing a big mountain. A mountain built of verbs, subjects, objects, conjugations and words that mean ‘cheese’.